The faint light helped Lu Yuandao release a lot of power so that he would not lose his life.

However, his body still fell heavily under the competition stand, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"clang!"

At this moment, time has come.

On the competition stand, Chen Hetu was the only one standing there.

The audience immediately cheered!

Dugu Qingyi cheered the loudest.

Even Mr. Feng showed a smile in his eyes.

He nodded with satisfaction: "No, not bad, it's not bad. In such a short time, he has broken through to the fourth level of the Great Power Realm, and it's not a waste of that dragon bone."

The others in Taichu Academy were also very excited. Although they were not the one who finally stood on the competition platform, the one who stood on the competition platform was from their Taichu Academy, which made them feel very proud.

After cheering.

Dugu Qingyi turned his head and looked at the people of the Wuxiang Sect. He said with a proud look: "What did you say just now? I really want to forget it. You can tell me again."

Looking at Dugu Qingyi's look of beating, the people of the Wuxiang School were so angry that they were itchy.

But... Now that Senior Brother Lu has been cast off the competition platform, nothing they say means...

In particular, everyone's eyes were laughing at their nostalgic people, which made them feel ashamed of writing.

They could only say with a tough look: "I just won our Senior Brother Lu by chance. Is there anything worth showing off?"

"If you do it again, who may win or lose!"

Dugu Qingyi smiled and said, "Hehe... are you still stubborn? Do you all participate in the competition with your no-faced people?"

When the people around him laughed unscrupulously when they heard Dugu Qingyi's words.

Even the people from Qingfeng Pavilion and Xuanguang Sect laughed.

Anyway, it doesn't matter who stays on the competition stand in the end. What's important is that they have another chance to participate in the melee, so they are happy to watch the jokes.

When the people of the Wuxiang Sect heard these laughters, they could only endure the anger in their hearts.

Lu Yuandao, who fell under the competition stage, did not get up for a long time.

His expression was shocked and his eyes were angry. He kept murmuring: "How is it possible! How is it possible! How could I fail?"

He still cannot accept this reality.

He could not accept that he was beaten from the competition platform by Chen Hetu. He ignored the explanation and could not participate in the trial.

At this moment, his heart was in a mess!

At this time, Mr. Feng came to the competition platform.

"Silence a little." said Mr. Feng.

Hearing the voice of Mr. Feng, the entire competition platform became quiet.

Mr. Feng nodded with satisfaction and said directly: "I announce that Chen Hetu won this round of selection!"

As soon as this sentence came out.

The competition was boiling again.

One person looked at Chen Hetu enviously, but some of them also attracted hatred against Chen Hetu, such as those of the Wuxiang School.

Chen Hetu naturally ignored them.

His eyes looked at Dugu Qingyi and Yun Xiaoyue, and both of them kept smiling at him.

Chen Hetu also smiled from the bottom of his heart at them.

He knew that everyone present, except Mr. Feng, was Dugu Qingyi and Yun Xiaoyue, who sincerely blessed him.

At this time, Mr. Feng continued: "Now I announce that Chen Hetu will not have to participate in the second round of selection and will directly obtain a trial quota!"

The audience burst into a boil again.

Although they all knew it, they couldn't help but feel excited when they heard the news.

Mr. Feng continued: "In this round of selection, since only Chen Hetu won, everyone except Lu Yuandao will re-engage the melee selection."

"Now, please come onto the competition platform!"
Chapter completed!